| It’s too late, this model’s out of date
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| Got every spare part, but there ain’t much heart inside here
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| Not like the start, I was good at the art of survival
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| I’ve always tried to keep my troubles deep inside
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| Where I can hide them
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| Now I’m open wide
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| When it ends, again I’ll see my friends
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| They’ll give me a lift, I’ve been running adrift, so easy
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| Shifting the gear, I’ve got nothing to fear from a showdown
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| I’ll go down quiet
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| And the kids downstairs making a hell of a din
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| I’m all alone getting a quote for the wages of sin
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| Beyond the indigo, indigo
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| Where the chilly winds, winds will blow
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| My time is running low and
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| Going to cross the dark, dark river
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| Going to see my good life-giver
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| Better cover my yellow liver
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| All right, I’m giving up the fight
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| I didn’t know when I’d be a stranger again in my own land
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| The days are okay, but oh, how I hate those long nights
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| You understand?
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| Darling, please just hold my hand
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| You feel so warm in the eye of the storm
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| I’m going away
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| I’m going away
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| I’m going away
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| See you again someday
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| Darling, I’m going away
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| Feel like I’m going away
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| This time I’m going away |